"Yeah. I was here." Ginta gave his tall companion a curious look. "I guess that happened when you were already gone." There were more than a few ninja who'd managed not to be in Konoha the night the Kyuubi attacked. Many had been on missions; some, like Asuma, had been traveling for personal reasons (which in Asuma's case was putting it very politely.)

"I was in the second wave. Well, the first real wave, since the first ninja to fight it were caught completely by surprise. You heard that much, right?" He bounced down the hall on the balls of his feet, making up for the difference between his stride length and Asuma's with the quickness of his pace.

"This's my apartment," he said, pausing at the shut door and unsealing it with rapid fire bursts of chakra. "Let me get shoes and money."